Enemas in the bathroom growing up

@Allie80 instead I would run outside into our big backyard and hide.

Reminds me of why, I was always in just a tee-shirt and no bottoms while my enema was being prepared - no way I would then run out dress like that 😁

When i was small bulb enemas done over mums lap but as got older done in bathroom knee chest position tube up my bum untill bag empty my bowels over flowing

@Enough You know, that is an interesting observation. I never once ran away while I was half dressed, after my pants and underwear were off I never ran out of the bathroom. However, I had younger siblings who were always curious as to what was happening in the bathroom when I was getting an enema. I would have been mortified to run out of the bathroom and take off, knowing that my siblings would had poured into that bathroom and been like "what is this thing!" 😩🪦💀

Random fun fact: For the first enema that I ever got, I was wearing a Dukes of Hazzard nightgown 😁

"Michael, come follow me to the bathroom..... Mommy is going to give you an enema." Immediately butterflies in my tummy and weak in the knees I would follow mom to the bathroom wearing only a tight-fitting small white t-shirt. The bathroom seemed full of light, and silence, and the dreaded huge red rubber enema bulging with warm soapsuds (along with the smell of warm rubber and soapsuds). Mom would instruct me to sit on the edge of the toilet and lean forward when she would reach behind and I would soon feel the insertion of the black enema nozzle smeared with globs of cold vaseline... "Now we can start. Be a good boy for Mommy, Michael......CLICKKK"

At first, a sudden quiet silence filled the room and as I began to sense the whisperings of that familiar "weak" feeling building deep inside my tummy, mom would intuitively ask, "do you feel it going in, Michael"....

Indeed, the memories of those bathroom enemas are clear and pronounced and to this day every time I'm taking an enema it sends me back to that "good little enema boy" 10 yr. old twink boy mental space. ......michael https://en.zity.biz/gallery/image/212298

Oh how I do remember getting enemas as a child, from Mom up until about twelve. There was no options, you were told to come into the bathroom by Mom. You probably knew you hadn't taken a dump in a few days.

There was little mystery, you walked I, the door closed and hanging there was the enema bag.Two minus one (Mom) left guess who was going to get an enema.

I don' remember objecting, just walking in, laying across Mommy's lap, felling yourself being lubed and a noble inserted into your butt.

I always received the full 2 quart bulging bag, with pauses to allow cramps to subside, then click and the warm soapy water started flowing again.

Not exactly sure how old I was when those "early red bag enemas" started, probably about six, but I think I rather enjoyed them because, around twelve, Dad gave me one and nice as he was, I didn't enjoy it. I started self administering thereafter.

Still enjoy receiving a nice "warm soapy enema" with female assistance. What's not to like?

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I would probably like, if I had the choice, to do an enema in the bathroom. There is not enough space, there cannot be many people, the toilet is close. But no, they gave me enemas in the living room, where there was always a nurse and an older sister holding a heating pad. In the bathroom I saw only a rubber heating pad with a pink hose and a white plastic tip. They took it out, washed it and either hung it there on a hanger or put it on a small table. Then I almost certainly knew that I would be given an enema.

I won't go into too many details, but the few enemas of my youth were like many other people's: Constipated and sitting on the toilet trying to go. The box, with the dreaded enema bag, out and ready as mom already knew it was needed. Half hearted protests as she got it ready. Laying down on the towel on the floor for administration. Mom didn't give enemas unless really needed, so mine were few and far between. But they certainly made an impression. :-)

Same story as many. Once decided it was going to happen but always in the bathroom to prevent any messes and be close to the toilet.

Most of the enemas I was given at home by my Mom were given in bed, but enemas given to me by my grandmother when I was visiting her home during the Easter holidays were given in her bathroom with my Mom holding me down in knee-chest position in the bathtub while my grandmother gave me the enema using a big bulging red open top enema bag filled with hot soapy water that she hung from the handle of a window over the tub. She then squeezed my butt cheeks together forcing me to hold it in for 5 minutes before my Mom helped me get up and sat me on the toilet to expel it.. My 3 younger boy cousins who were also visiting got their enemas after me while their mother held them down in the tub. At home Fleet Enemas were usually given with me kneeling on a towel near the toilet as my Mom squirted the enema into me and then squeezed my butt cheeks together for 5 minutes to let it do it's job before letting me use the toilet.